I don't know anyone like me. You might not either. I've been a nerd my whole life. And I don't mean a pimple-faced, glasses-wearing teenager stereotype (although that was one phase of my junior high existence). I mean, I genuinely love math. And science. And analyzing raw data to draw meaningful conclusions from it. This love propelled me into engineering in college, although I'm not sure I wanted to be an engineer. To be honest, I did it because it sounded like the hardest major at my chosen college. I knew I could do it, and I wanted the challenge! It just seemed like the most natural extension of the things I loved.
But then life happened. And before I knew it...WHAT???
I was a mom. A stay-at-home mom. And I was facing (I'm still facing) the hugest identity crisis of my young life. How in the world do you take years of reading sci-fi, solving differential equations, and tutoring physics labs, and turn those experiences into something patient, nurturing, and maternal? How do you go from studying with the guys in the lab to mingling with the ladies at playgroup?
This is me. This is where I am. I started out my mothering experience as possibly the least-natural mother in the world. But I am finding over and over that my natural inclinations and experiences are giving me a unique outlook on this whole mom-thing.
I mean, seriously, how many ladies at my MOPs group listened to the lady talking about car-seat safety with visions of vectors and equations in their heads?